poem fragment 1

I stood gazing in the darkness
Against a slope before the rivers
And you came to me
In fragments of mist
Dew arriving for an evening sit

And as you landed gently
On my eyes,
The light shimmered
Collecting

on a hill
In the mist
As an orb gently landed.

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